A long time ago, there lived an immortal in a remote mountain col. His hobby was planting peach blossoms, his hobby was drinking peach blossoms, and his dressing style was wearing peach blossoms. He had a face as beautiful as a peach blossom and an abnormal heart. In addition to peach blossoms, the only thing he can do is to put the things he picked up from the mountains in autumn like a schizophrenia. Every day, he scatters flowers, grass, and medicine in rivers, streams, lakes, and wooden barrels.